Baby Deanna

    By hoxece8029

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    15 Feb, 2024

    a woman standing in a hallway with a light on above her head and a door in the background with a light on, visual art, a character portrait, Christabel Dennison, promotional image

    The first few days were a blur. I couldn't articulate my thoughts or express my feelings. I was trapped in a tiny body with a mind that couldn't comprehend the predicament.

    a woman holding a baby in her arms in a crib with a baby in it's lap, photorealism, a photorealistic painting, Beatrice Huntington, award-winning photograph

    My wife was surprisingly gentle and caring. She played the role of a mother well, feeding and bathing me, changing my diapers, and even singing me lullabies.

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    I was introduced to Betty and Barbara, now visibly pregnant. They cooed and fussed over me, seemingly oblivious to my previous identity.

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    Randi, though, was another story. She looked at me with suspicion, as if knowing something was off. But she said nothing, simply giving me an inscrutable smile.

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    My wife and I never discussed what happened. She seemed content in her new role, while I struggled to adapt to my infantile existence.

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    Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. I gradually started to forget my adult life, the memories fading like old photographs.

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    I began to crawl, then stand, and finally walk. My wife was always there, encouraging me, beaming with pride at each of my achievements.

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    The women had their babies, and I had playmates. We would crawl around, babble at each other, and sometimes even play with toys.

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    Randi's child was a boy. He was a bit rough, but I didn't mind. It felt good to have a companion who was just as clueless as me.

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    My wife started talking to me more, telling me stories, teaching me words. It was strange how I found comfort in her voice, and even began to love her in my infantile way.

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    I was growing, developing. I could feel my body changing, adjusting. I was no longer a baby, but a toddler.

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    I was learning new things every day. I started to talk, to express myself. I was curious about everything, eager to explore.

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    My wife encouraged my curiosity, always answering my questions, no matter how silly they seemed. She was patient and loving, always there for me.

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    I was introduced to my father, a distant figure who visited occasionally. He was kind but reserved, always watching me with a sad smile.

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    I never questioned why I was different from other kids, why I didn't have a father like them. I was content, living my life with my loving mother.

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    My friends and I grew together. We played, learned, and even fought sometimes. But we always made up, because that's what friends do.

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    I was Deanna, a happy little girl with a loving mother and amazing friends. I had forgotten Dean, the man I once was.

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    My life was simple and beautiful, filled with joy and laughter. I was loved and cared for, and I couldn't have asked for anything more.

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    I stopped questioning my existence, my past. I was living in the present, enjoying every moment. I was Deanna, and I was happy.

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    As the years passed, I grew into a beautiful young woman, just as Madam Dural had predicted. I was Deanna, a woman who once was a man, but most importantly, I was loved.

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    I accepted my fate, my life. I was content, living a simple life with my mother, my friends. I was Deanna, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

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    Yes, my life was unconventional, but it was mine. I was Deanna, a woman loved by all, living a life filled with happiness and joy. And that was all that mattered.

    a woman with a necklace and a suit on posing for a picture in a studio photo with a gray background, precisionism, a portrait, Cicely Hey, promotional image

    I was Deanna, a woman who had once been a man. But most importantly, I was Deanna, a woman who was loved unconditionally by her mother and friends. And that was enough.

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    My story was unique, my journey unconventional. But in the end, I was just Deanna, a woman who was loved and cherished. And that was the most beautiful thing of all.